Thursday, November 17, 2005
Random Comment before I go on telling about yesterday
What I really enjoy more than most things in my current life, is the shocked and disgusted, or startled and bewildered look on peoples' faces while talking about genital piercings.
So you should have seen the look on my boss' face while he was just telling me a story out of the local news, where a doctor supposedly performed genital piercings on minors, and took pictures of their newly perforated genitals instead of charging them money for the procedure.
Certainly, there are many things wrong with and disgusting about this story, and they are right with charging this person for what he had done (they found an archive of a good 500 pictures in what can certainly be called pornographic manners in his house, which have nothing in common with the professional pictures a piercing artist would take of their work for their portfolios). The funny thing though was his face when he said the word "genital piercing", and the way his hand moved up to his forehead in a "and those kids wanted that - can you believe this???" sort of way while he said that, that showed just how alien and frightening of a concept this is to most people.
When that happens - and it has on some occasions already - I am sitting there, feigning honest indignation, saying exasperated things like "oh my!", and "can you imagine that...?", whilst cracking up horribly on the inside, making a sport out of not letting any sort of my amusement show on my face, truly having a grand ole' time.
Stuff like that makes me wonder if peoples' opinions about me would be influenced negatively in any way, would they know that a little shiny piece of metal is hiding away there in the panties of this good, responsible, and in no way negatively out of the norm girl.
Oh, how this makes me feel like a delicious little rebel...
So you should have seen the look on my boss' face while he was just telling me a story out of the local news, where a doctor supposedly performed genital piercings on minors, and took pictures of their newly perforated genitals instead of charging them money for the procedure.
Certainly, there are many things wrong with and disgusting about this story, and they are right with charging this person for what he had done (they found an archive of a good 500 pictures in what can certainly be called pornographic manners in his house, which have nothing in common with the professional pictures a piercing artist would take of their work for their portfolios). The funny thing though was his face when he said the word "genital piercing", and the way his hand moved up to his forehead in a "and those kids wanted that - can you believe this???" sort of way while he said that, that showed just how alien and frightening of a concept this is to most people.
When that happens - and it has on some occasions already - I am sitting there, feigning honest indignation, saying exasperated things like "oh my!", and "can you imagine that...?", whilst cracking up horribly on the inside, making a sport out of not letting any sort of my amusement show on my face, truly having a grand ole' time.
Stuff like that makes me wonder if peoples' opinions about me would be influenced negatively in any way, would they know that a little shiny piece of metal is hiding away there in the panties of this good, responsible, and in no way negatively out of the norm girl.
Oh, how this makes me feel like a delicious little rebel...
